Paper Dragons

This is a painful look at the affect that Alzheimer's disease has on loved ones.

I sit quietly in my mother's room,
Trying to catch her wandering gaze
As she makes her paper dragons.
She lives her life in a foggy daze,
And does not recognize me.
I scream her name, I cry in grief!
But she still makes paper dragons.

The End

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